Have
you discovered THE THALANIAN DYNASTY series by NYT Bestselling Author Katee
Robert?
In THEIRS EVER
AFTER Theo, Galen, and
Meg's journey continues as they navigate the new realities of their
relationship. Fans of
Laura Kaye’s THEIR’S TO TAKE or Sierra Simone’s AMERICAN QUEEN will devour
this cinderella-esque ménage.
Theirs Ever After by Katee Robert
Genre:
Contemporary Romance/Thriller/Menage
Release
Date: December 3, 2018
Publisher:
Indie
Series:
The Thalanian Dynasty
Page
Count: 62K
Format:
Digital
ASIN: B07H3CX9JR
Sometimes happily ever
after isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…
Theo Fitzcharles
thought he’d put the worst behind him when he became King of Thalania and named
his two lovers, Meg Sanders and Galen Mikos, as his Consorts. Unfortunately,
the realities of running a country have worn on all of them, individually and
as a triad. Theo has every intention of making things right, but first he has
to deal with an old enemy who’s closer than anyone could have dreamed.
Meg Sanders never
wanted to be a princess. Now that she’s one of two Consorts to the King of
Thalania, she knows why—it’s work. Every time she turns around,
she’s misstepping and struggling not to screw up the careful political
maneuvering required for her new position. But her struggles with the new position
are the least of her worries she’s attacked in the palace.
Theo, Galen, and Meg must race to identify her
attacker and neutralize them before they can make another attempt to hurt her.
There’s plenty of people who want Meg out of the palace—and at least one isn’t
picky about whether she’s breathing or not when she goes.
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Theirs Ever After ExcerptCopyright © 2018 Katee Robert
Theo opened his eyes to see his best
friend, his lover, his Consort, standing over him. Galen looked as tired and
worn out as Theo felt, though where Theo had lost weight, Galen had gained
muscle. No telling where he found the time to work out, but the evidence was in
the way his T-shirt stretched tight across his shoulders and chest and the
clear definition in his legs. He couldn’t even appreciate the new changes for
fear of what they indicated. Are we going to war, Galen?
Some days it certainly felt like it.
He finished up his set slowly,
drawing in the burning of his muscles as he strained against the weight of the
bench press. In this moment, he was perfectly present. It wouldn’t last. It
never lasted. But he had right now, and it would have to be able to shore him
up for the coming conversation.
Theo wiped his face with his towel
and stood. “Okay, I’m done. What’s wrong?”
“Would you like a list?”
Fuck, something was wrong.
Theo glanced at the door to the gym, instinctively looking for the audience
they had for most of their waking hours. The door remained closed, which didn’t
mean no one was listening, but it lessened the likelihood. Even with the
cameras blinking in the corners of the room, they were as close to alone as
they were likely to get. “Galen, talk to me.”
“Not tonight. Not like this.” Galen
started for the door. “Meg had a hard day, Theo. We all did.” Subtle comment,
less subtle bite. If he concentrated, Theo could almost see things unraveling
around him. He’d known life wouldn’t be simple once he retook the throne, but
the freedom of exile had gone to his head and he’d forgotten just how easy it
could be to drown in this world.
It sure as hell seemed like all
three of them were a few short breaths from doing exactly that.
Drowning.
And he didn’t know how to fix it.
This wasn’t the time or place to get
into it. Darkness had fallen while Theo was preoccupied, and most of the palace
staff had gone home. It didn’t leave the halls empty—they were never empty—but
there were fewer people to bow and murmur greetings as he and Galen stalked
toward their private suite. Theo managed to nod in response, but he schooled
his expression to discourage actual conversation. In his current mood, he
couldn’t guarantee what he’d say if someone tried to stop him now.
They slammed into their suite and
Theo grabbed Galen’s arm before he had a chance to leave the sitting room.
“What’s going on?”
“No. Fuck that. You don’t get to
play the concerned partner now.” Galen shot a look toward the main rooms and
lowered his voice. “You got what you wanted, Theo. You got your cake and you’re
eating it, too. The first King of Thalania in history to name two Consorts.
Congratu-fucking-lations.”
Theo rocked back on his heels. This
conversation had been a long time in coming, and even knowing it bore down on
him with all the subtly of a runaway train, he still wasn’t prepared. “You
knew—”
“No. I don’t need to hear that I
went into this with eyes wide open. I know I fucking did.” Galen dragged a hand
over his face. “Meg has three months before school starts up again. She’s
fucking miserable, Theo. She puts on a brave face for you, but underneath she’s
messed up.”
And what about you?
Theo didn’t voice the words lodged
in his throat. He’d learned a long time ago not to ask questions he might not
want answers to, and this numbered among them. He didn’t point out that he’d
given both Galen and Meg a chance to leave six months ago, and he sure as hell
didn’t point out that they could leave now if they were so inclined. He might
be an ass sometimes, but not about this.
Not when they’d already sacrificed
so much.
He couldn’t fix this. Not yet.
Things would calm down once he got the Families in line and brought his
siblings around. Camilla was happy to see him, of course. Even with their
father’s death, his baby sister had been kept from the worst of the political
bullshit. At sixteen, she was just starting to dip her toes into the water, and
he’d do whatever it took to ensure she remained safe while she figured out her
own path.
Their brother was another story
altogether. For just under a year, Edward had thought he’d be king. Having that
taken away, rightfully or no, created a divide between them that Theo didn’t
know how to fix. Especially when Edward announced his intentions to attend
Oxford for university, and left within weeks of Theo’s coronation. There were a
handful of nobles who’d jump at the chance to use that separation for their own
ambitions, and he needed to fix it before things got worse.
But not tonight.
Tonight, he had to fix this.
Theo snagged the back of Galen’s
neck. His friend resisted for a second, but then he exhaled harshly and let
Theo pull him closer until their foreheads pressed together. Tell me what
you need. Theo closed his eyes. Galen didn’t have to tell him. He knew what
Galen needed—what they all needed. “Where is she?”
“Tub.”
Good. She’d be nice and relaxed. He
tightened his grip on Galen’s neck. “The food?”
“An hour.”
Good boy. Sex wouldn’t solve any of the undercurrents in the long term, but
it would help release the tension that had been growing with every passing day.
Trapping the two people he loved was never part of the plan, but Theo couldn’t
shake the feeling that was exactly what he’d done. He released Galen and
stepped back. “Strip.”
Theo turned and walked deeper into
the room without bothering to make sure Galen obeyed, knowing it would piss his
friend off, and knowing that anger was exactly what he needed to purge the
festering feeling beneath. At least for tonight. Tomorrow, they would talk and
further clear the air. Open communication was the only way this would work, and
they hadn’t spent enough time alone together to get to the heart of things in
the last couple weeks.
His fault. He knew that well enough.
He’d fix it. He’d find a way to fix all
of it.
Theo pulled off his shirt and tossed
it over the back of the desk chair. He kicked off his shoes and then walked
into the bathroom. Steam fogged the mirrors and Meg had turned off all the
lights, leaving only the trio of thick candles lit on the half wall between the
tub and the sinks. It gave the room a dark, intimate feeling that he approved
of. He stalked to the edge of the tub and took a seat near her head. She had
her eyes closed and the water licked at her breasts as if determined to offer
him teasing glimpses.
“Thought you weren’t working late
tonight.”
“I wasn’t planning on it. Things
didn’t go well with Lord Huxley, and I didn’t want to come back here with that
frustration riding so close to the surface. I needed some time to cool off.” He
smoothed a hand over her hair, tangling his fingers in the dark strands. She
looked good. The decadent meals the staff insisted on putting together had
filled out her curves, and he couldn’t count her ribs the way he’d been able to
when they first met. Theo kept stroking her hair and used his free hand to urge
her onto her stomach. The new position freed him up to work at the knots of
tension lining her shoulders and upper back. Tension that was his fault. “Let
me take care of you tonight, princess.” Galen walked naked into the bathroom
and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. Theo met his
gaze steadily. “Let me take care of both of you.”
Other books in The Thalanian Dynasty series
Forever
Theirs
In FOREVER
THEIRS an exiled prince, his bodyguard and the woman they can’t seem to
leave alone, must return home to clear his mother’s name and reclaim his crown.
Theirs for the Night
THEIRS FOR THE NIGHT
is a novella. Theo, Galen, and Meg's story continues in the novel FOREVER
THEIRS.
About Katee Robert
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling
author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her 2015
title, The Marriage Contract, was a RITA finalist, and RT Book Reviews named it
'a compulsively readable book with just the right amount of suspense
and tension." When not writing sexy contemporary and romantic
suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her children,
driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the
inevitable zombie apocalypse.
